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C`MON!!

Woo!!



[Jay-Z]:

R-O-C, we runnin` this rap shit

Memphis Bleek, we runnin` ths rap shit

B-Mac, we runnin` this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin` this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin` this rap shit



[Verse 1]:

The takeover, the break`s over, nigga

The god MC, me, Jay-Hova

Hey lil` soldier, you ain`t ready for war

R-O-C to strong for y`all

It`s like bringin` a knife to a gun fight, pen to a test

Chest in the line of fire wit` ya thin-ass vest

You bringin` them boys to men, how could boys, Po, win?

This is grown man B-I, get rolled in a tree-a, biatch

Your reach ain`t long enough, dunny

Peeps ain`t strong enough, fucka

Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy

Niggas`ll kidnap ya baby, spit at ya lady

We bring knife to fist-fight, kill ya drama

We kill you muthafuckin` ants wit` a sledgehammer

Don`t let me do it to you, dunny, `cause I over do it

So you won`t confuse it with just rap music



[Chourus 1]:

R-O-C, we runnin` this rap shit

M-Ezzy, we runnin` this rap shit

The Broad St. bully, we runnin` this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that`s it

Freeway, we runnin` this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin` this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin` this rap shit

(Watch out!! We run through y`all)



[Verse 2]:

I don`t care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews

You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you

When I was pushin` weight, back in `88

You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya

Then you dropped Shook Ones, switched ya demeanor

Well, we don`t believe you, you need more people

Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the class

`Cause nobody could read you dudes like we do

Don`t let `em gas you like Jigga is ass and won`t clap you

Trust me on this one, I`ll detach you

Mind from spirit, body from soul

They`ll have to hold a mask, put ya body in a hole

NO! You`re not on my level, get ya braids tweeked

I sold whatcha whole album sold in my first week

You guys don`t want it wit` Hov, ask Nas, he don`t want it wit` Hov

NO!!



[Chorus 2]:

R-O-C, we runnin` this rap shit

B. Sigel, we runnin` this rap shit

M-Ezzy, we runnin` this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that`s it

O & Sparks, we runnin` this rap shit

Freeway, we runnin` this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin` this rap shit

(Watch out!! We run through y`all)



[Verse 3]:

I know y`all missin` on the FAME

But along with celebrity comes `bout 70 shots to ya frame, nigga

You a LAME, You`s the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads

Went from Nasty Nas to Esco`s trash

Had a spark when you started, but now you just garbage

Fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all

`Til your bodyguard`s Oochie Wally verse better than yours (oochie

wally wally, oochie wally wally)

Matter of fact, you had the worse flow on the whole fuckin` song

But I know, if the sun don`t shine, then son don`t shine

That`s why you`re LAME, career`s come to an end

It`s only so long fake thugs can pretend

Nigga, you ain`t live it, you witnessed it from ya folks` pad

You scribbled in ya note pad and created your life

I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor

Then I heard ya album `bout ya tec on the dresser

So yeah, I sampled ya voice, you was usin` it wrong

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song

And you ain`t get a coin, nigga, you was gettin` fucked then

I know who I paid, god, Searchlight Publishing

Use your BRAIN, you said you`ve been in it 10, I`ve been in it five

Smartin` up, Nas

Four albums in 10 years, nigga, I can divide

That`s one every, (ummm) let`s say two

Two of them shit`s was do

One was... naaahh, the other was Illmatic

That`s a one hot album every 10 year average

And that`s so LAME, nigga, switch up ya flow

Your shit is garbage, what? You tryin` to kick knowledge?

Y`all niggas gon` learn to respect the king

Don`t be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen

Because you know who (who), did you know what (what)

Wit` you know who (yeah), just keep that between me and you, nigga



[Chorus 1]



[Verse 4]:

A wise man told me, "Don`t argue with fools,"

`Cause people from a distance can`t tell who is who

So stop with that childish shit, nigga, I`m grown

Please leave it alone, don`t throw rocks at the throne

Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you

I don`t know why your advisors ain`t forewarn you

Please, not Jay, he`s not for play

I don`t slack a minute, all that thug rappin` and gimmick

I will end it, all that yack will be finished

You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep

Don`t make me expose to the folks that don`t know you

Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels

Tinkle-toes, you breakin` my heart

Can`t fuck wit` me, go play somewhere, I`m busy

And all you other cats throwin` shots at Jigga

You only get half a bar, FUCK Y`ALL NIGGAS! (C`mom!)

C`MON!!

Woo!!



[Jay-Z]:

R-O-C, we runnin` this rap shit

Memphis Bleek, we runnin` ths rap shit

B-Mac, we runnin` this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin` this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin` this rap shit



[Verse 1]:

The takeover, the break`s over, nigga

The god MC, me, Jay-Hova

Hey lil` soldier, you ain`t ready for war

R-O-C to strong for y`all

It`s like bringin` a knife to a gun fight, pen to a test

Chest in the line of fire wit` ya thin-ass vest

You bringin` them boys to men, how could boys, Po, win?

This is grown man B-I, get rolled in a tree-a, biatch

Your reach ain`t long enough, dunny

Peeps ain`t strong enough, fucka

Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy

Niggas`ll kidnap ya baby, spit at ya lady

We bring knife to fist-fight, kill ya drama

We kill you muthafuckin` ants wit` a sledgehammer

Don`t let me do it to you, dunny, `cause I over do it

So you won`t confuse it with just rap music



[Chourus 1]:

R-O-C, we runnin` this rap shit

M-Ezzy, we runnin` this rap shit

The Broad St. bully, we runnin` this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that`s it

Freeway, we runnin` this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin` this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin` this rap shit

(Watch out!! We run through y`all)



[Verse 2]:

I don`t care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews

You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you

When I was pushin` weight, back in `88

You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya

Then you dropped Shook Ones, switched ya demeanor

Well, we don`t believe you, you need more people

Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the class

`Cause nobody could read you dudes like we do

Don`t let `em gas you like Jigga is ass and won`t clap you

Trust me on this one, I`ll detach you

Mind from spirit, body from soul

They`ll have to hold a mask, put ya body in a hole

NO! You`re not on my level, get ya braids tweeked

I sold whatcha whole album sold in my first week

You guys don`t want it wit` Hov, ask Nas, he don`t want it wit` Hov

NO!!



[Chorus 2]:

R-O-C, we runnin` this rap shit

B. Sigel, we runnin` this rap shit

M-Ezzy, we runnin` this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that`s it

O & Sparks, we runnin` this rap shit

Freeway, we runnin` this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin` this rap shit

(Watch out!! We run through y`all)



[Verse 3]:

I know y`all missin` on the FAME

But along with celebrity comes `bout 70 shots to ya frame, nigga

You a LAME, You`s the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads

Went from Nasty Nas to Esco`s trash

Had a spark when you started, but now you just garbage

Fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all

`Til your bodyguard`s Oochie Wally verse better than yours (oochie

wally wally, oochie wally wally)

Matter of fact, you had the worse flow on the whole fuckin` song

But I know, if the sun don`t shine, then son don`t shine

That`s why you`re LAME, career`s come to an end

It`s only so long fake thugs can pretend

Nigga, you ain`t live it, you witnessed it from ya folks` pad

You scribbled in ya note pad and created your life

I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor

Then I heard ya album `bout ya tec on the dresser

So yeah, I sampled ya voice, you was usin` it wrong

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song

And you ain`t get a coin, nigga, you was gettin` fucked then

I know who I paid, god, Searchlight Publishing

Use your BRAIN, you said you`ve been in it 10, I`ve been in it five

Smartin` up, Nas

Four albums in 10 years, nigga, I can divide

That`s one every, (ummm) let`s say two

Two of them shit`s was do

One was... naaahh, the other was Illmatic

That`s a one hot album every 10 year average

And that`s so LAME, nigga, switch up ya flow

Your shit is garbage, what? You tryin` to kick knowledge?

Y`all niggas gon` learn to respect the king

Don`t be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen

Because you know who (who), did you know what (what)

Wit` you know who (yeah), just keep that between me and you, nigga



[Chorus 1]



[Verse 4]:

A wise man told me, "Don`t argue with fools,"

`Cause people from a distance can`t tell who is who

So stop with that childish shit, nigga, I`m grown

Please leave it alone, don`t throw rocks at the throne

Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you

I don`t know why your advisors ain`t forewarn you

Please, not Jay, he`s not for play

I don`t slack a minute, all that thug rappin` and gimmick

I will end it, all that yack will be finished

You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep

Don`t make me expose to the folks that don`t know you

Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels

Tinkle-toes, you breakin` my heart

Can`t fuck wit` me, go play somewhere, I`m busy

And all you other cats throwin` shots at Jigga

You only get half a bar, FUCK Y`ALL NIGGAS! (C`mom!)

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